Rewritten Magic: The Chronicles of Harris Wells ( A HP Fanfic)

The wind whispered through the corridors of Hogwarts.

Even during the day, the castle felt... off. Not dangerous, not yet. Just wrong, like a song playing in the wrong key. Staircases shifted when they shouldn't. Hallway torches flickered blue for seconds at a time. Portraits flinched when no one passed.

In the library, Harris sat with his elbows on the table, head bowed over the Codex, but not reading. Summer and Alex were beside him, close, silent, unsettled. None of them had touched their tea. The silence between them wasn't from awkwardness. It was the kind of quiet born from something they were all too afraid to say aloud.

They had made a mistake.

"I can still feel it," Alex whispered. "Whatever we woke up… it's still breathing down the back of my neck."

Summer didn't speak. Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap, her nails pressing into the skin. Her calm mask was slipping.

Harris finally raised his head. His silver eyes looked tired, older than before. "We didn't wake it by accident," he said. "We chose to open that door. We read the page. That's on us."

"But we didn't know" Alex began.

"I did." Harris looked away. "Part of me did."

They all jumped slightly when a voice spoke behind them.

"Professor Vayne wants to see you now."

A third-year Ravenclaw boy, stood a few feet away, "She's wanted me to inform you that she is waiting at the Astronomy Tower."

Harris stood first. "Let's go."

They didn't speak on the walk there.

The tower stairs were cold underfoot, the air sharp with the approaching night. When they reached the top, the wind greeted them like an old memory, gentle, but biting.

Professor Elara Vayne stood near the arched window, her long violet robes trailing like mist. She was staring at the horizon, where the sun was beginning to bleed into the clouds. She didn't turn when they entered.

"You opened the second page," she said softly.

There was no accusation in her voice.

Just… sadness.

Harris's breath caught in his throat. "We didn't mean to unleash it."

"You did what the Codex asked," Vayne replied. "It's not your fault. But it is your burden now."

Alex stepped forward. "You knew something like this would happen, didn't you?"

Vayne turned slowly. Her gaze wasn't angry. It was tired. Like someone who had waited too long to be proven right.

"I knew," she said, "that someone would eventually find the Codex again. I hoped it wouldn't be this soon. I hoped…" she paused, eyes drifting to Harris, "...that it would be someone older. Someone ready."

"I am ready," Harris said, not with pride, but quiet defiance.

"No, child," Vayne said gently. "You're brave. And clever. But you're not ready. None of us are."

Harris's fists clenched. Summer stepped beside him, her hand brushing his, anchoring him.

Vayne extended her hand. "May I see it?"

Harris hesitated, then handed over the Codex. She didn't open it. Just pressed her palm to the cover.

The wind stilled.

And then… a whisper, barely there, brushed across their minds.

Three trials remain. Three awakenings stir. Balance must be restored or forgotten forever.

Vayne closed her eyes. "The creature… Nemorath… it was sealed long before the founders. Magic has always been dangerous, but this… this is ancient. Forgotten. Hungry."

"Then why give us the Codex at all?" Alex asked, his voice breaking. "Why make it tempting to open?"

"Because magic isn't meant to be safe," Vayne answered. "It's meant to be understood."

She handed the Codex back to Harris. "You must not turn to the third page unless you're prepared to lose something precious."

The weight of her words settled over them like frost.

"I already lost something," Summer whispered.

Harris looked at her. Her eyes shimmered with emotion, but she blinked quickly and stood taller.

"Whatever happens next," she said, "we face it together."

Alex nodded. "Yeah. We started this mess. We'll clean it up."

Vayne looked at the three of them, not as children anymore, but as something more. Something in-between innocence and destiny.

"The Codex didn't just choose you for your magic," she said quietly. "It chose you for your hearts. Hold onto that. When the storm comes, it may be all that saves you."

And with that, she turned back toward the sky.

Far below, somewhere beneath the castle… the shadow that had once been sealed pulsed again, stronger than before.

Waiting.

Watching.

Growing.